| Jim Halfpenny | |
| "The Roadway" | |
| With steady hands on the stearing wheel, Every rock in the road I feel. Window's down to let in the night, I'm OK I'm feelin' right. Slicing through a thermocline, A cool wind whips my face. On the roadway. A midnight tractor turns the soil, Smell the earth and diesel oil. It's sound gets swallowed by the night, But I can see it's ghostly light. An insect hits the windscreen, It's soul gets left someplace on the roadway. Drivin' all night. Drivin' a stake, Deep in the heart of a sad Monday. Things didn't turn out like she asked, Now the weekend's strewn like bits of trash. On the roadway. You can glide down lonesome highways, And pass the night and nothing else. And if lonliness don't scare you, You can have it all just to yourself. Take an hour, take a lifetime, Burn those cards that you've been dealt. Then push through those flimsy barriers, That keep you in your place. On the roadway. Drivin' all night. Drivin' a stake, Deep in the heart of a sad Monday. Things didn't turn out like she asked, Now the weekend's strewn like bits of trash. On the roadway. I continue on through time and space. On the roadway. (c-2006 - Strong Domino Music - BMI) |
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